I feel like Saint Nicholas is pulling my leg

[cloistre]

[So. THE DAY HAS FINALLY ARRIVED, LONDON. It is Christmas. A light snow falls upon the city, and even the Old Ones seem quiet and non-existent against the hustle and bustle of people giving gifts or doing emergency shopping despite the chances that literally nothing is actually open right now.

But that's probably just wishful thinking. You could pretend, if you tried hard enough.

What are you doing?]

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[fleuri]

[Grownups are weird.

Really, really weird.

She can't really say she understands how Garry's acting, but at least he looks a little less nervous already. And Sakuya is nice so far. That's good. That's very good.]

Tea and snacks for all of us?

[zenithrewinder]

[At least Ib's not the only one confused by exactly how nervous Garry is. There's a short 'Ah-' when she's first shooed off to the fancy chairs, and a 'But I-' when he mentions the tea, but dies when he runs off.

Blink once. Twice. Set down the boxes next to her chair and back to sitting perfectly straight. It's hard to stay if the stiffness is from awkward or from being in a corset. Mix of both, lean to the latter.]

Is he always this... excitable at home?

[immortelle]

[Garry comes back with TEA!!! And juice for Ib in case she'd rather have that he isn't sure!!!]

I thought... well! Since your gifts are treats, I thought I would get us drinks to match them!

[fleuri]

A little. But he's acting really nervous today...

[She promptly trails off when Garry comes back. With a smile, she nods again.] That's good. We can drink that.